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[Smallville Season 1 Opening]

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Location: United States of America, Site Crown - Temporary Containment & Evaluation Facility.

1 Week Later

3rd Person Pov

The scene opens to Krison spent his first nights there sitting on the edge of the bed, knees pulled up, staring at the blank wall, still hearing the phantom sound of the Abrams’ engine in his head. It's been weeks he was brought here after the incident in Central High School.

Anything in this room was boring and uncomfortable, The reinforced observation wing was located in the most secure section of Site Crown. It had originally been designed for high-risk detainment and sensitive evaluations, then quickly upgraded the night of the incident. Krison’s room was at the end of a short, windowless corridor. The door was heavy, made of reinforced steel with a small ballistic glass viewing slot. It locked from the outside with both electronic and manual systems. Two armed guards were posted on the other side at all times.

The walls were thick concrete, painted a dull off-white, with no decorations.

There were no windows to the outside world. The only “window” was a large one-way observation mirror on one wall, behind which officials and scientists could watch without being seen.

A single solid bed with plain gray sheets sat against the far wall.

A small metal desk and chair were bolted to the floor.

A basic bathroom (toilet, sink, and shower stall) was attached, also without windows.

Security cameras were mounted in two corners of the ceiling, their small red lights always on.

Soft, constant ventilation hummed through hidden vents. The air smelled faintly of clean metal and disinfectant.

Lighting was controlled from outside — bright during the day, dimmed at night, but never fully dark.

The room was deliberately bare. No sharp objects. No electronics. No personal items at first, except what his parents were later allowed to bring under strict inspection (a change of clothes, his glasses case, and eventually one or two of his smaller Hot Wheels cars after repeated requests). The reason was to keep anything restricted and playing games was banned. Which Krison hates and felt like a prison.

Meanwhile

Colonial Jason was reading the report from the scientist he gathered. Krison Mason was still in the room been observed by scientists, Reading the Report made Jason uncomfortable and settling, Locking a 13-year-old in the white room was violating of human rights. But remembering his mission to learn about his abilities and he can do.

The Phone rings on the table and click it. He already knew who.

Jason: [Phone] How's the Kid in the observation wing.

Scientist: [Phone] Still Watching, My colleague believe that his mental state is stable. And.....

Jason: [Phone] And....?

Scientist: [Phone] *Sigh* Well, Krison still asked us to bring a Computer and phone. We said "No".

Jason wasn't surprised by this. The only thing why they're did was restricted any electronics around krison so that it didn't cause he powers ti surge on his head. He's parents still visiting every day with stuff from there house.

Jason: [Phone] Alright, Keep observing him. Tomorrow we should test he's ability in the field test.

Scientist: [Phone] Will do sir.

Jason knew this is first day for krison.

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Next Chapter: Field Test

(650 Words. Sorry :/)